I feel the cold air on my skin,
With what sounds like a war all around me.
With the sound of exploding mines,
And distraction bombs going off,
My anxiety rises.

I am not alone.
With survivors having flashbacks,
Both young and old,
All having to relive,
Their traumatic experiences

Animals and young ones,
Being traumatized for the first time,
Others having to relive once more,
And again with any bang,
The memory returns.

Joy for some,
Pain for many, many more.
© Celine-Marè♡